My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Will He Mourn For You

“Help… is anyone there?”

After a long time, she heard a woman screaming.

Cynthia woke up groggily, she bit her lower lip hard, and the pain made her conscious.

She tried to stand up, and then she felt her hands and feet tied with a rope and a pain in the back of her head.

She had been kidnapped!

After realizing this, Cynthia suddenly became tense. She tossed her head and tried to be more conscious, but the woman’s sharp scream was a disaster.

Cynthia was rather annoyed. “Shut the f*ck up!”

The woman opposite finally stopped.

Cynthia finally found peace and felt much better. She looked at the woman opposite her.

The woman was also thrown on the ground with her hands and feet tied. She looked beautiful and wore luxury clothes with delicate makeup. Because of the kidnapping, she looked pale, flustered, and frightened.

“Who are you, and why were you kidnapped?” Cynthia asked, and she was puzzled. Her kidnapper probably brought her here to threaten Alston, but Cynthia had never seen this woman before, so why the kidnapper brought her here as well?

“My name is Hulda Taylor. I just came back from abroad. I was kidnapped as soon as I got out of the airport. They knocked me out, and I woke up here. I don’t know what they are going to do!”

Hulda felt even more helpless, tears streaming down her face.

The whining voice made Cynthia feel more anxious. She shouted impatiently, “Stop crying! Nobody can hear you. Your tears can only spoil your makeup.”

Hulda was reprimanded, and she stopped crying soon. Her tears were still on her face, and she discontentedly stared at Cynthia in embarrassment.

The next second, Hulda realized something weird. She looked at Cynthia from head to toe and

suddenly said,

“I think you and I look alike!”

Cynthia suddenly looked up and stared at Hulda carefully.

She was surprised to find that Hulda looked very similar to her, especially their eyes, which were

almost identical.

Cynthia suddenly realized something, and her face turned pale.

Hulda was the woman in the photo inside Alston’s box.

Meanwhile, the Smith family.

Alston waited all night for Cynthia to come home. Just as he was about to send someone out to look for her, he suddenly received a phone call.

A man laughed wildly. “Alston, if you want to save your wife, come to the western suburb warehouse. Don’t call the police, or you will regret it.”